Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8585 8585: Malicious ghost (1)

Inside his chamber, Yu Qing sat chatting with Uncle Yi. On this island, Uncle Yi was the sole person he trusted without reservation. Numerous disciples had shifted from Gu Ming's faction, with others serving under Zhao Hai. Hence, Uncle Yi alone qualified as his genuine confidant. For that reason, Yu Qing consulted him on every matter.

Right now, the pair delved into the ongoing circumstances. All were aware of the tactics foes might deploy against them. This intel mattered most to Yu Qing, since grasping enemy strategies allowed proper countermeasures. Yet, evidently, they remained in the dark about the full picture.

Suddenly, a disciple burst in and reported to Yu Qing, "Island Lord, several law enforcement Hall elders wait outside. Each boasts Island Lord-level power. They appear hostile and harbor malicious intent." No mere disciple, this one served as Yu Qing's personal attendant. Being young, Yu Qing addressed him as disciple.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qing froze momentarily, his face shifting dramatically. He swiftly pulled out a jade slip, imprinted the message within, and passed it to his adopted uncle. "Uncle Yi, head to my study and dispatch this to my master." With that, he rose and strode outward.

He chose his adopted uncle for the task rather than going himself, realizing the foes had arrived. Sending it personally might prove impossible now. Indeed, mere steps from rising, his room door slammed open. Five figures entered, led by a forties-looking cultivator with a long face, triangular eyes, thick brows, and jutting chin. He exuded an instant aura of viciousness.

Eyeing them, Yu Qing sensed no peaceful resolution today. He signaled Uncle Yi, who slipped out the rear. Yu Qing demanded, "Who are you lot? Why barge onto my island?" Though aware of their identities, he asked to affix the trespassing charge upon them.

The horse-faced cultivator eyed Yu Qing and snorted. "You Yu Qing, right? Can't you spot our law enforcement Hall robes? You've sinned—come quietly." His tone dripped arrogance, utterly condescending. As he spoke, the others circled Yu Qing.

Yu Qing gestured dismissal. "Hold on. Your robes match law enforcement Hall garb, true. But enforcers must present identity tokens when acting, no? Capturing me sans tokens? You underestimate Yu Qing far too much. Show your identity cards, everyone."

His words stunned them briefly. Then the horse-faced one sneered. "Bold words to our law enforcement palm! Sinner Yu Qing, no right to demand our tokens. Seize him!" His hand flashed, summoning an iron claw that lunged at Yu Qing.

This iron claw stood unique, resembling an eagle's talon with a trailing chain for extended, agile reach. Though cultivators' celestial devices flew freely, the chain boosted speed and maneuverability, offering myriad variations—a truly odd weapon.

The rest unveiled their arms too. Two wielded water-and-fire rods of metal, not wood. The others brandished an iron ruler and an iron chain.

As the horse-faced leader struck, all unleashed assaults. Magical artifacts hurtled at Yu Qing full-force. Clearly, capture was no goal—they aimed to slay him outright.

Seeing this, Yu Qing grasped their murderous aim. He sneered icily, then growled deeply, "Impersonating law enforcement Hall disciples? Utter fools. Think the Dark Ghost Sect kneads like dough?" Body blurring, endless black mist erupted from him, engulfing the room instantly.

Within the mist, faint ghostly shrieks echoed. Magic tools plunged in, instantly losing targets. Without spiritual links, wielders might believe them stolen.

The horse-faced cultivator snorted. "Hiding in mist stops us? Naive. Soul lock!" He whipped the chain; the iron claw soared, emitting a piercing wail that dispersed surrounding mist.

The others channeled powers to dispel the fog too. Yet clearing it revealed no Yu Qing trace. Shock rippled through them—his escape spelled disaster. Identities couldn't leak.

True, they hailed from the third elder's law enforcement Hall branch. Authority held in his sea region, but elsewhere? They'd face impersonation charges. Here, they borrowed the name to intimidate Yu Qing into submission for easy capture. Resistance meant swift kill and flight. Denials would follow probes; higher-ups would handle fallout.

They never foresaw Yu Qing's fearlessness and slyness. Feigning battle, he fled. Escape drawing Lin Dong's forces doomed them. Urgently, spiritual senses swept the island seeking him. But spotting it twisted their faces: teleportation array flared white, birthing three Island Lord experts. They knew the lead—Gu Ming.

Gu Ming they recognized: Lin Dong's general, Venerable Ghost Bone, immensely strong. His personal arrival shattered their scheme. The horse-faced one bellowed, "Retreat!" Skyrocketing, he shattered the roof and fled the island heedless. Companions mirrored him.

"Think this your playground, coming and leaving at will? Stay!" A colossal ghostly claw materialized behind, swiping massively. Fingers spanned thirty-three meters atop a scaled, spiked palm—pure spectral menace.

All sensed the claw's devastating might. A solid hit meant grave wounds or death. Flight abandoned, they wheeled, blasting magic tools at it. Boom! Bodies reeled back; claw vanished. Stabilizing midair, they dared not pause, bolting from the island.

Yet escape routes blocked by two figures—Gu Ming's prior escorts, glaring coldly. The horse-faced knew dallying fatal. He roared, "Break through!" Suppressing surging blood and meridian agony, mana surged. Iron claws whipped at the pair.

They sneered, bodies quaking. Myriad vicious ghosts spewed forth, shrouding them in terror. Ghosts lunged at the five.

Unlike typical vicious ghosts, these resembled wispy smoke, intangible, bearing only crimson eyes. Far from savage, they seemed harmless puffs.

But impacts on celestial devices transmitted colossal force, hurling them back. The five paled at the endless horde blotting skies.

Desperately flailing artifacts to fend off, ghosts disrupted in moments. More struck true, flinging them with blood sprays. Ghosts morphed to black cords, binding them fast.